TRAVELOGUE: Encounter with Governor Chukwuma Soludo, By Segun Odegbami

It is yesterday. The pain from the death of my friend, Christian Chukwu, lingers. It weighs me down. I hardly sleep through the night with a headache.

I am thinking of the meaninglessness of life, of human mortality, and the inevitability of death that ‘will come, when it will come’.

I wake early. My heart is pounding with grief. I head to the airport for my early morning flight to Abuja.

What happens next is fortuitous, a divine script. At the airport, I am allocated seat…